DOMINIC
Hangover and early morning were a bad combination. I was quite aware of it, but I experienced it first-hand when someone was banging on the door non-stop as if the whole house was on fire. Even if it did, I couldn't care less right now.
I ignored it once, pressing the pillows against my ears, and then twice, thrice. But it wouldn't just-f*****g-stop!
Groaning, I pushed off from the bed and stormed towards the door.
If it's a maid, she is getting fired today.
I wrenched opened the door, almost ready to launch the verbal attack but stopped. "Mia? What's going on?" Behind her was Marco, judging me silently with his grey eyes.
"We need to talk."
I wasn't sure if I wanted to, but I was too worn out to refuse. And it didn't look like Mia would take no for an answer.
"Fine, come i
